The words in the title of this post sound so strange coming from someone who now has her heart go flitter flatter when she sees a beautiful room. But, yep, that is what I used to think alright!
As a little girl, our needs were met but there was little left for anything else. I remember a pair of inexpensive, blue curtains my mom purchased for my room from a dollar store when I was about 14 years old. I was proud of them, but at the same time, I was the child that would not allow my mind to dream of anything bigger, if it involved buying. I respected my parents for what they could do for us and felt it would be inconsiderate to ask for anything more.
Growing up, I loved to do anything that was creative, but the spark for interior design was not yet ignited.
Even as a newlywed, I still did not put much emphasis on home furnishings. Like many new couples, our home was filled with mismatched, hand-me-down furniture and used art…poorly hung at that! I actually looked at design as something pretentious and overindulgent. The truth is, I didn’t feel that I had a right to spend money in that way. I had not yet realized all of the inexpensive ways you can transform a house into a home that reflects your personality.
My first real taste of interior design came when my husband and I bought our first home in Salt Lake City. I became involved in every detail! I fell in love quickly. And, with my discovery of HGTV and a mother-in-law who happens to be in the business, I soaked up as much information as I could, and I still do.
Three homes later, I have discovered so many ways that design can be incorporated and still be only as expensive as you want it to be. I have also seen how it doesn’t have to be pretentious, but can be a physical extension of who you are and speak to what you like to be surrounded by. The creativity behind design brings me a deep satisfaction, with its cosmos of possibilities. Design can be unique and wonderful, just as each of us are uniquely and wonderfully made.